Howard Pyle, a chronicle by Charles D. Abbott, with an introduction by N. C. Wyeth and many illustrations from Howard Pyle's works.

HOWARD PYLE: A CHRONICLE
a merry twinkle of his eyes and a laugh that means business. His very eyeglasses have a certain humorous character of their own. As for his going to Europe, I only wish
Harper-'s would send me-to Antwerp. Yes, Antwerp or
Brussels is my latest fad.
"I went over to Brooklyn with Abbey the other evening
to visit his relatives there and take tea with them. They
are nice, very nice. Mrs. Curtiss, his cousin, is a handsome,
refined-looking lady of about thirty; Mr. Curtiss is a middle-aged man with white hair, very gentlemanly looking;
Mrs. Curtiss's father, mother, and brother live with them.
They seem to think the world and all of Abbey; Ed as
they call him, and mourn in a half joking way about his
going, telling him how homesick he will be, as he probably
will. I passed a very pleasant evening indeed and much
to my surprise seemed to take immensely with them. Mr.
and Mrs. Curtiss were exceedingly hospitable, and walked
all the way down to the ferry with me, begging me to call
again. As I left them, Mrs. Curtiss said, 'We are going
to talk about you all the way home, Mr. Pyle, and you
needn't be afraid of what we are going to say, either.'
Abbey is very anxious for me to go to England with him;
I only wish I could.
"After the composition class at the League, Chase, the
brag American artist who gained so many honors abroad,
a very enthusiastic and interesting man; Shirlaw, Reinhart,
Church, yours affectionately, and one or two others paraded
around to a hotel, there to imbibe the draught that cheers
but not inebriates, yclept beer-real Munich Lager Beer!
Then the subject of raising a Kneipe or Art Students' Club
arose. 'You want bare walls, sir,' said Chase with a snap
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